Wednesday, November 15, 2006 @11:27 PM
'my toaster thinks i'm crazy'
-drazuki, fictionpress.com
imagine this: every single non living thing talks to you. your phone, your meal, your books, your pens, your shirts, your shoes, the walls, the tables, the chairs, everything.
'don't eat me please,' -your spaghetti.
'stop drooling on me!'-your table
'you needn't throw me on the floor,' -your books
'deck the seasons to be jolly,' -your pen singing constantly as you're writing your essay which is due tomorrow.
would you go mad?
i swear, by then i would really shut the whole world out and wish that i'm permanently deaf. makes me kind of appreciate on what i have now. but i guess if i was really deaf, i would really wish to listen to a voice, a music or a tone or two.
how come we're never satisfied on what we have?
i can't seem to answer this question at all. hilarious, i know.
alright, imagine you amnesia. where you constantly forget everything. even to a point of your name occasionally. but amazingly, you have god's gift of music or art.
thank goodness someone saved us from grace and give us each an individual talent which makes up for our lost.
a hope is constantly there
admit it, fair and sqaure
even though it's rare
to find something
that is fair
it rushes through and out
constantly flowing about
knowing that without
hope is gone
oh no
where's the world's bone
living in a world
that seems like i'm alone
pretty faces passing
everybody's cursing
life isn't fair
who's the heir
waving the flag defeating
giving up for the world's inflating
show everybody you care
hope is there
oh yeah
'hope'
i think this is more of a rap then a poem.
and i'm having fun in doing this. :)
tagged replies:
Hazel: anytime man. :)
Gerri: squeeze out your brain juice? =x
